Exactly 2 years ago to the day, I posted the following on Facebook. Now I'm no prophet, but if ever I needed to remember what football was about, and in respect of Barnsley FC still is about, this has done it. "Relaxing in a lovely cottage in Filey with my family, Mum, my sister, brother in law and niece. A few days away in our special place, and that of my Dad. It'll be his first anniversary on Easter Sunday. A year ago today (to the day) I had my last proper conversation with him, when we returned to him the following day he was well down the road of his final journey. I can remember it as if it was yesterday. We talked about his childhood football heroes for Barnsley - George Robledo, Arthur Kaye, and his hero Johnny Kelly. And mine - Ronnie Glavin , Mick McCarthy, Ian Banks, Trevor Aylott. And we both smiled, it's a trivial little thing, but a nice thing to be left with. Shared memories from football. I had a hug with a couple of family members outside Oakwell today, who earlier this week lost their wife (Dad's cousin) and mother, another avid Barnsley supporter. Strange that all three of us, almost a year apart, felt the warmth of going to the match, being among friends, maintaining some sort of routine during the darker days life brings. Football is nothing like the game my Dad enjoyed and introduced me to. I don't care much for football generally, but love Barnsley. And for more than just football."
Lovely mate. Football clubs are not a vehicle for billionaires to make money off randoms who will never visit the grounds they watch.
Couldn't agree more. Watching the England - Poland game, I realised I was bored and was only really watching Helik, when he went off, my interest dropped almost to zero.